Let the Girl Hunt – Make the most of the time with your children

Matt was always worried that Brooke wouldn’t enjoy hunting and fishing… I feel partially because she’s a girl. Hunting and fishing is so engrained into his lifestyle I’m sure the biggest worry was that he wouldn’t be able to relate to her as she grew.. I’ve always encouraged him to not think of her any differently just because she was a girl and to know that as long as he’s patient and gentle with her, she will be happy to go right along with whatever it may be her dad is doing. My favorite memories as a child I will always cherish were spending time in the sheds listening to classic rock, and hanging net with my dad or in the shop working on old trucks. Back before iPhones or iPads, finding something to fiddle with or handing him a tool.

We have got to stop the stigma against girls hunting and fishing. Just because Brooke is a girl does not mean that she can’t go out and do all the things her dad loves doing.

I understand that there are some people that just don’t enjoy either hunting or fishing, but I guarantee you that if you take the time with a child whether girl or boy to teach them the process and celebrate their success they’re probably going to enjoy the entire experience. A lot of it comes from the fact it does take time and attention to teach a child, two things we are quick to neglect our children of. So my challenge to all my parent friends, don’t underestimate your daughters and don’t treat them differently than your sons and vice versa. Dads who want their little girls to grow strong, confident and to not take crap from anyone, you have to set the foundation.

Kids become their parents, they watch intently, hoping to one day be just like mom or dad and to make them proud. At least that’s what I wanted. Which let me tell you has been quite the trip, both my parents are a lot to try and to live up to!

I also picked up some of the bad habits and stubborn ways. All though in life we have to break out and become our own, those first years and experiences go with us. They make us who we are. All of your influences from childhood are forever with you, good or bad. There is science behind the fact that your disposition is set by the age of five.

I didn’t notice it much with Brooke of course until she could fully communicate things and it really struck me recently when she came back at me with with this smart ass attitude that stopped me right in my tracks because I knew right where she picked it up from. It was like an out of body experience where I really had to swallow what you could say was a spoonful of my own medicine. The most alarming time was when she used it towards my mom, of course I stopped and corrected her and told her that we absolutely do not speak that way to any adult especially Grandma. But I thought about it and I really haven’t done a great job at setting an example for her, I can be so quick to snap back at people. Some have lovingly labeled it my wit and strong personality. It did not sit well with me witnessing Brooke practicing it.

It’s easy for us as parents to miss these moments if were distracted. I’ve been practicing an extra amount of self-awareness since quitting drinking, a lot of what I am processing has been especially hard. I’ve made mistakes and am not proud of how I’ve treated people or the decisions I made through these past years. Praying everyday to be able to move on from it eventually, and I can feel God’s hand nudging me along because while self-awareness is so important so is awareness of my growing children. I am slowly working on the balance between the two. Will I still slip up sometimes? Of course, I am only human after all but I know I have the power to fix it. And not being distracted or intoxicated especially makes it doable.

If there’s anything you take away from this post just take away the fact your own children as well as the children you are around are always watching. They’re watching you when you’re battling life, when you’re thriving in life and when you’re getting defeated by life. Let’s promise to do better by them and think twice about what kind of lives we’re leading an example of.

Civic Leadership

“When you volunteer your time, skills, knowledge and enthusiasm to promote the quality of life in your community, or when you find ways to positively impact individuals, organizations and issues and contribute to the common good of a community — that is civic engagement, and when you are civically engaged, you are a LEADER! That is CIVIC LEADERSHIP!”

It really was an honor and privilege to share my story with such a fantastic group of women at the 2nd Annual Bering Sea Women’s Conference. This years theme was about bringing women together to share their stories, it was also dedicated to the memories of Karly McDonald and Kiara Renteria, two beautiful women whose lives were lost due to a car wreck on Ballyhoo this year.

I will forever be grateful for the opportunity and through the process I was reminded of why I ever got into civic leadership to begin with and after a couple year break of focusing on myself and really working on personal growth I am excited to say I have decided to run for council again. My prayer is that I can be a good leader and representative of my Alaska little community.

Here is the transcript from the speech I gave –

“First of all, my name is Candace Nielsen, formerly Schaack, and I am 28. I have 2 kiddos, Brooke Willow who is 6 years old and Wilder Jack 21 months old and another baby due in February. My husband is Matthew and his family are originally from Sand Point. We both grew up for the majority in Cold Bay which is where our story begun as a family and is a huge part of who we are today. We are avid outdoors people and love all things hiking, hunting and fishing. I also enjoy ugly days long storms that force us to cozy up inside around the tv or table for some good food.

I have to admit that when I first was approached about coming and speaking I just assumed I’d be sitting on a panel and answering some questions with other folks, when I discovered I was apart of a line up with Michelle and Laurel. I thought to myself “oooh noo” but after initial shock, I said well its too late to turn this ship back now, so I’m going to give you what I have and I truly hope it helps in some way. I haven’t achieved my degree yet and I don’t exactly have a career, unless you count raising little people, but I do have 28 years of experience living on the bering sea and I do love to share. I believe through sharing is where all the magic happens. I’m also a millennial, youre all more than welcome to follow me on social media where I mostly share pictures of my kids and dogs with paragraph long captions.

More about me – I am of Unangan decent, as well as many other ethnicities as I have discovered thanks to ancestry.com but I find my Alaska Native roots to be the biggest driver in my life decisions and way of living. Growing up I was influenced by a lot of stubborn, loving, and kind of crazy commercial fisherman and women who I blame for all of my bull headedness. Have any of you heard the saying – I’m not bossy, I have leadership skills? Yeah im pretty sure that was written by someone that had to endure me at some point. My husband also says his favorite part about me is my stubbornness. I attended boarding school at Mt. Edgecumbe High School and graduated in 2010 where I discovered the power of my voice and my role in politics was really ignited as I spent several years on the student council, multiple clubs, leading pep rally’s and actually had opportunities to travel and lobby our legislatures for certain projects. Mt. Edgecumbe also contributed to my passion for volunteer service through various leadership roles such as National Honor Society. Afterward graduating high school, I spent 2 years at UAA where I was also really involved, serving on student boards and became a member of Alpha Sigma Alpha sorority and was able to spend a lot of time volunteering throughout the city of Anchorage.

My father Paul is from Waterloo Iowa originally, he moved away as soon as he graduated high school. His first mission in his adult life was to go to the ocean, he joined the Navy spent 4 years abroad and then flew straight to Alaska after finishing his time. I get a lot of my sense of adventure and ability to push myself past my comfort zone thanks to him. My mother Dailey Schaack and her family are originally from Nelson Lagoon, which is where I spent my first 10 years of life. The main source of income for people in Nelson Lagoon comes from commercial salmon fishing during the summer months, some have a handful of odd jobs during the winter months. I will forever be grateful for being brought up throughout my childhood years alongside with my countless cousins in the tiny fishing village. My mom is the youngest of 12 children so there was plenty spoiling by all different aunties and uncles, there was also a lot of hands in how I was raised between instilling important life values and shaping my way of viewing the world. It’s hard to put into words the beauty of being raised by family members. Among the values the most important ones that were conveyed to me were how to love without conditions and give whenever possible. My dad started searching for other jobs and moved us from Nelson Lagoon when commercial salmon fishing was no longer a stable enough income to support our family.

Another part of my story has been figuring out how to be healthy and figure out how to navigate life with a good conscience. Growing up as most have in rural communities I had to endure a lot of loss of family members to drinking. It took me several years to overcome, process and heal from the loss. I also struggled with my own relationship with alcohol and my husband and I recently quit together January 1st. Quitting alcohol was exceptionally hard for myself, but it led me on a journey of self-awareness, adopting healthy habits and changing a lot of my personal views. I bring that all up because it is a driving force in my passion to create healthy communities and bring forth healing for everyone.

Throughout the years my dad has kept his site in Nelson and continues to return in the summers to fish the peak of the salmon season. I talk a lot about Nelson Lagoon but Cold Bay also played a huge role in shaping me into who I am today as well. After we had Brooke, Matt quit his slope job and went to work for his grandpa as the Electric plant in Cold Bay and I became a stay at home mom and switched my degree to study Rural Development at UAF. Before switching I had been studying to be a teacher which after the school closed in Cold Bay it became clear to me I had to adjust my personal career goals.

During the time of the school closing I became really involved with fighting to keep it open. It was hard to watch the doors shut on the place I imagined my kids going to school the same way Matt and I did. It was also especially hard because I had just watched the Nelson Lagoon School close only the year before. It felt like parts of my childhood were being stripped away from me. It also tested me as a parent, I never wanted to fail my daughter and having to imagine living somewhere without a school really felt like I had just made one huge mistake. But it also forced me to really evaluate what were our real goals as parents, which Matt and I from day one never even had to really talk about because we already were on the same page of wanting to raise our kids in rural Alaska, living mostly outside off the land hunting and fishing. All of my time away at school whether Mt. Edgecumbe or college all I ever worked toward was getting back out to my communities and to serve as a role model for future generations and to help however I could. Stepping up and speaking out takes a ton of courage and strength but it’s crucial in ensuring sustainable futures for our communities.

So as a way to fight for the school I ran for city council. I was accepted with open arms, a rare case for most communities I have learned as it’s not exactly popular for younger people to join councils or boards. I didn’t ever feel out of place although amongst my fellow councilmen and women who had all been almost twice my age. I think partially they were ready for someone else to deal with some of the hub bub of small-town politics but also a lot of them watched me grow up and had always been extremely supportive. Cold Bay in general is an incredible supportive and wonderful community. We fought hard and brainstormed different ways to keep the school alive but in the end the district chose to shut it down as a cost saving measure. Again, this was a very depressing time watching people come from surrounding communities and gut our school building of everything that had served both Matt and I for some of our most influential years.  I firmly believe nothing hurts a community more than shutting a school down.

After my first year on council I was voted into the Vice Mayor position and a year after into the Mayor role. I spent a couple years as mayor, I was given incredible opportunities like being able to run for and get elected to the South West Alaska Municipal Conference board of directors where I learned a tremendous amount about our other areas in southwest and the similar issues facing our rural communities. I spent a lot of time advocating at meetings for other communities to grow their youth involvement whether it be internships at city or tribal offices or having honorary council positions for youth to serve on. The importance for getting kids in the door during their developmental years is huge if we would like to see them come back to their communities. I know I never fully understood exactly what all it took to keep a community running until being a part of the City Council. Between budgets, utilities, and advocacy for funding there are a lot of components and challenges in rural communities that you can really be oblivious to unless you attend a meeting. The same goes for the entire fisheries industry, I grew up commercial salmon fishing, but I never really put much thought into why it’s important to follow the politics, the management system via fish and game, the different fisheries that make up south west and environmental issues. When I joined the city council of Cold Bay no one had even attended a SWAMC Conference, Cold Bay has been convinced it was not a fishery community because it wasn’t home to a canary. I was astounded that anyone had ever come to that conclusion when Cold Bay serves as the hub of the region and actually a huge part of the fisheries because of it being the transportation link and medical center for almost all medivacs.

I believe serving on either tribal or city councils is something everyone should do at some point during their time in the community, as it is one of the ultimate acts of service to the community. I grew up traveling around the region with my dad as he served on the Aleutians East Borough and I watched my mom as she served on the local and district level school boards. They taught me the importance of being a voice for our little communities and to also listen for ways to help out other communities or to learn new ideas from one another. I felt like a lot of the community comradery had been lost and one of my biggest goals when I joined the City Council of Cold Bay was to get the community back on the map. 

Many rural communities are suffering from population decreases, expensive rates of living and over all negative outlooks but what makes them so unique and alluring remain. We just need people who are positive, willing to look outside the box and maybe slightly crazy. Speaking up can be extremely intimidating at times, especially if you’re fighting against a tide of daunting issues or people who have been sitting in the same positions for decades. But as long as you have heart and truly care about what it is your speaking up for people will stop and listen. Telling your personal story makes it that much easier to bring people aboard as well. Whether you grew up out here or you found your way down the chain it’s a guarantee you have a story to tell about facing challenges and becoming resilient to the factors.

I switched my gears 2 years ago from the city council to serve as our library director. It has been so enlightening and a great fit as I grow my family and continue to chip away at my degree. I have more freedom for serving my community and have enjoyed the break from the small-town politics. I spend a lot of time opening the library for people to come enjoy the newest books and movies as well as free Wifi. I also am usually hosting about one community event a month to give people the opportunity to come together in a healthy setting and enjoy company and a lot of times some kind of good food. We just had our annual Silver Salmon Derby last weekend with about 100 attendees, which is pretty dang good for a community of only about 45 people!

I have a great connection with my community members and it’s become my goal to not only give back to the community that gave so much to me but to also help better the community and create a sustainable future so that my kids can always have “home” to come back to after they’re grown up and following their paths in life. My parents worked hard to keep the communities going before me and continue to do so as my mom is the Mayor of Cold Bay and my dad spends his summers now in retirement coming back to Nelson Lagoon and working on upkeep on our boat and house so that we’re able to go back whenever we’d like.

The value of sharing one’s personal story helps others who may not share the same experiences to understand. I hope that me sharing my story helps you all understand how crucial it is to always stand up for what you believe in and make the connections with elected officials so they can also advocate for our communities.

Here is the transcript from the speech I gave –

First of all, my name is Candace Nielsen, formerly Schaack, and I am 28. I have 2 kiddos, Brooke Willow who is 6 years old and Wilder Jack 21 months old and another baby due in February. My husband is Matthew and his family are originally from Sand Point. We both grew up for the majority in Cold Bay which is where our story begun as a family and is a huge part of who we are today. We are avid outdoors people and love all things hiking, hunting and fishing. I also enjoy ugly days long storms that force us to cozy up inside around the tv or table for some good food.

I have to admit that when I first was approached about coming and speaking I just assumed I’d be sitting on a panel and answering some questions with other folks, when I discovered I was apart of a line up with Michelle and Laurel. I thought to myself “oooh noo” but after initial shock, I said well its too late to turn this ship back now, so I’m going to give you what I have and I truly hope it helps in some way. I haven’t achieved my degree yet and I don’t exactly have a career, unless you count raising little people, but I do have 28 years of experience living on the bering sea and I do love to share. I believe through sharing is where all the magic happens. I’m also a millennial, youre all more than welcome to follow me on social media where I mostly share pictures of my kids and dogs with paragraph long captions.

More about me – I am of Unangan decent, as well as many other ethnicities as I have discovered thanks to ancestry.com but I find my Alaska Native roots to be the biggest driver in my life decisions and way of living. Growing up I was influenced by a lot of stubborn, loving, and kind of crazy commercial fisherman and women who I blame for all of my bull headedness. Have any of you heard the saying – I’m not bossy, I have leadership skills? Yeah im pretty sure that was written by someone that had to endure me at some point. My husband also says his favorite part about me is my stubbornness. I attended boarding school at Mt. Edgecumbe High School and graduated in 2010 where I discovered the power of my voice and my role in politics was really ignited as I spent several years on the student council, multiple clubs, leading pep rally’s and actually had opportunities to travel and lobby our legislatures for certain projects. Mt. Edgecumbe also contributed to my passion for volunteer service through various leadership roles such as National Honor Society. Afterward graduating high school, I spent 2 years at UAA where I was also really involved, serving on student boards and became a member of Alpha Sigma Alpha sorority and was able to spend a lot of time volunteering throughout the city of Anchorage.

My father Paul is from Waterloo Iowa originally, he moved away as soon as he graduated high school. His first mission in his adult life was to go to the ocean, he joined the Navy spent 4 years abroad and then flew straight to Alaska after finishing his time. I get a lot of my sense of adventure and ability to push myself past my comfort zone thanks to him. My mother Dailey Schaack and her family are originally from Nelson Lagoon, which is where I spent my first 10 years of life. The main source of income for people in Nelson Lagoon comes from commercial salmon fishing during the summer months, some have a handful of odd jobs during the winter months. I will forever be grateful for being brought up throughout my childhood years alongside with my countless cousins in the tiny fishing village. My mom is the youngest of 12 children so there was plenty spoiling by all different aunties and uncles, there was also a lot of hands in how I was raised between instilling important life values and shaping my way of viewing the world. It’s hard to put into words the beauty of being raised by family members. Among the values the most important ones that were conveyed to me were how to love without conditions and give whenever possible. My dad started searching for other jobs and moved us from Nelson Lagoon when commercial salmon fishing was no longer a stable enough income to support our family.

Another part of my story has been figuring out how to be healthy and figure out how to navigate life with a good conscience. Growing up as most have in rural communities I had to endure a lot of loss of family members to drinking. It took me several years to overcome, process and heal from the loss. I also struggled with my own relationship with alcohol and my husband and I recently quit together January 1st. Quitting alcohol was exceptionally hard for myself, but it led me on a journey of self-awareness, adopting healthy habits and changing a lot of my personal views. I bring that all up because it is a driving force in my passion to create healthy communities and bring forth healing for everyone.

Throughout the years my dad has kept his site in Nelson and continues to return in the summers to fish the peak of the salmon season. I talk a lot about Nelson Lagoon but Cold Bay also played a huge role in shaping me into who I am today as well. After we had Brooke, Matt quit his slope job and went to work for his grandpa as the Electric plant in Cold Bay and I became a stay at home mom and switched my degree to study Rural Development at UAF. Before switching I had been studying to be a teacher which after the school closed in Cold Bay it became clear to me I had to adjust my personal career goals.

During the time of the school closing I became really involved with fighting to keep it open. It was hard to watch the doors shut on the place I imagined my kids going to school the same way Matt and I did. It was also especially hard because I had just watched the Nelson Lagoon School close only the year before. It felt like parts of my childhood were being stripped away from me. It also tested me as a parent, I never wanted to fail my daughter and having to imagine living somewhere without a school really felt like I had just made one huge mistake. But it also forced me to really evaluate what were our real goals as parents, which Matt and I from day one never even had to really talk about because we already were on the same page of wanting to raise our kids in rural Alaska, living mostly outside off the land hunting and fishing. All of my time away at school whether Mt. Edgecumbe or college all I ever worked toward was getting back out to my communities and to serve as a role model for future generations and to help however I could. Stepping up and speaking out takes a ton of courage and strength but it’s crucial in ensuring sustainable futures for our communities.

So as a way to fight for the school I ran for city council. I was accepted with open arms, a rare case for most communities I have learned as it’s not exactly popular for younger people to join councils or boards. I didn’t ever feel out of place although amongst my fellow councilmen and women who had all been almost twice my age. I think partially they were ready for someone else to deal with some of the hub bub of small-town politics but also a lot of them watched me grow up and had always been extremely supportive. Cold Bay in general is an incredible supportive and wonderful community. We fought hard and brainstormed different ways to keep the school alive but in the end the district chose to shut it down as a cost saving measure. Again, this was a very depressing time watching people come from surrounding communities and gut our school building of everything that had served both Matt and I for some of our most influential years.  I firmly believe nothing hurts a community more than shutting a school down.

After my first year on council I was voted into the Vice Mayor position and a year after into the Mayor role. I spent a couple years as mayor, I was given incredible opportunities like being able to run for and get elected to the South West Alaska Municipal Conference board of directors where I learned a tremendous amount about our other areas in southwest and the similar issues facing our rural communities. I spent a lot of time advocating at meetings for other communities to grow their youth involvement whether it be internships at city or tribal offices or having honorary council positions for youth to serve on. The importance for getting kids in the door during their developmental years is huge if we would like to see them come back to their communities. I know I never fully understood exactly what all it took to keep a community running until being a part of the City Council. Between budgets, utilities, and advocacy for funding there are a lot of components and challenges in rural communities that you can really be oblivious to unless you attend a meeting. The same goes for the entire fisheries industry, I grew up commercial salmon fishing, but I never really put much thought into why it’s important to follow the politics, the management system via fish and game, the different fisheries that make up south west and environmental issues. When I joined the city council of Cold Bay no one had even attended a SWAMC Conference, Cold Bay has been convinced it was not a fishery community because it wasn’t home to a canary. I was astounded that anyone had ever come to that conclusion when Cold Bay serves as the hub of the region and actually a huge part of the fisheries because of it being the transportation link and medical center for almost all medivacs.

I believe serving on either tribal or city councils is something everyone should do at some point during their time in the community, as it is one of the ultimate acts of service to the community. I grew up traveling around the region with my dad as he served on the Aleutians East Borough and I watched my mom as she served on the local and district level school boards. They taught me the importance of being a voice for our little communities and to also listen for ways to help out other communities or to learn new ideas from one another. I felt like a lot of the community comradery had been lost and one of my biggest goals when I joined the City Council of Cold Bay was to get the community back on the map. 

Many rural communities are suffering from population decreases, expensive rates of living and over all negative outlooks but what makes them so unique and alluring remain. We just need people who are positive, willing to look outside the box and maybe slightly crazy. Speaking up can be extremely intimidating at times, especially if you’re fighting against a tide of daunting issues or people who have been sitting in the same positions for decades. But as long as you have heart and truly care about what it is your speaking up for people will stop and listen. Telling your personal story makes it that much easier to bring people aboard as well. Whether you grew up out here or you found your way down the chain it’s a guarantee you have a story to tell about facing challenges and becoming resilient to the factors.

I switched my gears 2 years ago from the city council to serve as our library director. It has been so enlightening and a great fit as I grow my family and continue to chip away at my degree. I have more freedom for serving my community and have enjoyed the break from the small-town politics. I spend a lot of time opening the library for people to come enjoy the newest books and movies as well as free Wifi. I also am usually hosting about one community event a month to give people the opportunity to come together in a healthy setting and enjoy company and a lot of times some kind of good food. We just had our annual Silver Salmon Derby last weekend with about 100 attendees, which is pretty dang good for a community of only about 45 people!

I have a great connection with my community members and it’s become my goal to not only give back to the community that gave so much to me but to also help better the community and create a sustainable future so that my kids can always have “home” to come back to after they’re grown up and following their paths in life. My parents worked hard to keep the communities going before me and continue to do so as my mom is the Mayor of Cold Bay and my dad spends his summers now in retirement coming back to Nelson Lagoon and working on upkeep on our boat and house so that we’re able to go back whenever we’d like.

The value of sharing one’s personal story helps others who may not share the same experiences to understand. I hope that me sharing my story helps you all understand how crucial it is to always stand up for what you believe in and make the connections with elected officials so they can also advocate for our communities.”

I’m back!

Alright, I did exactly what I told myself not to do… Imagine that. I spent way too much time from writing and after a much needed trip to an amazing place, to gather with a bunch of really incredible women, I am back on the wagon. A lot has happened since my last post. I’ve remained sober, especially since getting pregnant in July! I had prayed for another baby and hoped it would work out and God answered. Matt and I will be welcoming baby Nielsen number 3 in February. It is funny how no matter how calculated this pregnancy was, once I saw the for sure positive test I still felt the rush of anxiety, shock and slight worry for anything that could go wrong. I have a real knack for imaging all the possible terrible outcomes with any venture in my life. Anyways, despite all the worries and fear, being able to add another little person to our tribe is so exciting!

I’ve spent a lot of the summer feeling all the feelings that generally come with the first trimester, morning sickness, exhaustion and hormones. I’ve also felt a continue of gratitude for God and everything he has and continues to provide for my little family. Matt has officially started his new job at Fish and Wildlife and I couldn’t be any prouder of him for making such a drastic change in his life, for himself and for his family. It took a lot of courage to move from his family’s business and branch out on to his own. God had a plan and a path for him though and we are only grateful for all that has been given to us.

So I am excited to get back at this thing at share with you all our families adventures, the first of which being our trip to Dutch Harbor this weekend for the Bering Sea Women’s Conference where I was honored to be one of the keynote speakers. I will include all of the details in my next post! Thank you for joining back with me as I continue to document this sobriety journey and my slightly crazy life.

Love, Candace

Being Human

May 22, 2019

Patting myself on the back for continuing working through my emotions and the many situations I am faced with through family life and community life. Like I said before I am many things, at one point I was even a pretty poor parent and friend. I have promised myself to work on being a better person though. I have thought a lot about my previous posts and fear I have slimed some of you with my anxiety and depression, but I know and understand the importance of being real. Because of the realness other people have shown me I have been able to share openly.

I recently had the chance travel to Juneau for a Librarian Leadership Workshop. The trip was more than a learning experience through library work but also a journey further into my own heart. I had to quit counting my sober days because I unfortunately lost self-control the first night arriving into Juneau after an excruciating several hours of being stuck on the milk run flight down southeast Alaska, combined with nervousness and anxiety of leaving the kids and finally my ultimate weakness – being alone – I chose to self-medicate with a disgusting cheap bottle of wine that left me with the most vicious headache the following day. I was overcome with guilt and insecurity, but I learned a lot about myself in that moment. Coincidently the first two days of my leadership workshop were spent on Emotional Intelligence, if you haven’t heard about this subject, I strongly encourage you to look it up! I say coincidently because while learning about Emotional Intelligence, we were tasked with examining and testing our own Emotional Intelligence, which meant I had to decipher what I had done to myself, why I did it and how I could move forward. Focusing on my own feelings in a professional aspect was one the biggest challenges I have faced yet. The growth that occurred for me over those two days is unexplainable. I truly felt I was put there in that moment for a reason and I am such a better person because of it.

You see in life we all have pit falls but that does not mean we can’t change our outcomes. I am proud to say that since that night I haven’t touched another drop, I was able to practice my self-control the rest of the trip even though it would have been easy to enjoy booze without another soul knowing the rest of my time there. That is not who I want to be though, I want to be a confident woman, a good parent, a trusting wife and a role model for anyone I have the honor of meeting. I don’t want to be remembered by mistakes in life, political roles or even my Facebook feed, I want people to hear my name and remember me as a good human being.

 Self-control is a hard subject for a lot of people but it is something we need to talk more about and be open to learning ways of growing our own self-control. A lot of folks could sense my self-control slipping just by reading my last blog post and urged me to talk to someone or anyone when I felt like I was going to succumb, and like a big dummy I didn’t listen. I didn’t stop and tell anyone “hey, I am alone and am going to go buy a bottle of wine right now and will probably finish it off in one sitting”. I was first of all to worried about the judgement and second of all I believed I just had to get it out of my system and maybe I truly did because every drop of cravings I was dealing with were gone after that night. Nonetheless, I have been attempting to get through sobriety basically by myself and that has not been the best way to go about it. (Matt is still sober but for him not drinking hasn’t been an inner struggle). A dear friend of mine who was part of my inspiration to get sober added to me to a great Facebook group called Alaska Sisters in Sobriety, within the group I inquired about AA and how to start one or what the options are for if we don’t have a group where we live. I was so excited to find out there is a conference call in option! Moving forward I have vowed to reach out for support when I need it, to work through my inner most demons to continue to heal, and to start serving as a light for folks who might be in a season of dark.

What is working for me right now is getting out to walk as often as possible, praying deeply and being an active member of our church and making time for therapy sessions to talk about what might be consuming me in the moment. What is working for you in your self-care? If someone asked you today what you do for yourself what would you say? It only takes 30-60 minutes a day, make yourself a priority!

Love, Candace

The Struggle

It has been too long since my last post. I told you that was my greatest fault, keeping up and following through. Well, I made my way back. I wish that I could say I chose to come back on a happy note but that is not the case. I am almost 4 months into my sobriety and today I have craved a drink more than ever. A nice cool glass of wine, a chilled hard cider or an exceptionally strong, tart margarita on the rocks sound so amazing right now.

I just have to keep telling myself “you can do this, you can do this, you can do this” as well as say a little prayer to God. It is crazy the emotions you go through when you decide to quit drinking. Yes it was one thing to quit drinking because I was pregnant, but that was because the end goal and ultimate treat after being done being pregnant was a drink. Quitting using only my will power has been a trip and a half.

I haven’t been the best to myself in the sense of seeking therapy, unfortunately it seems like it takes an act of God to see a therapist through the health care system I have been afforded being Native. That has been a huge disappointment for me because I know I am not the only one struggling mentally out here. I have spoken up about the disappointment in that department and am praying for changes in that system so our people can receive the care and treatment they so need and deserve.

I ended up withdrawing from one of my two college classes this semester and am finding it so damn difficult to just complete the one I have left. I cannot commit the time that is required to succeed in the courses. I am seriously considering not registering for fall classes at this point because of the stress of trying to be a good mom, loving wife, caring daughter, decent housekeeper, library director, city janitor, ETT volunteer, church leader, preschool/kindergarten teacher, event host and community advocate all at once is not working for me.

It’s a lot. I will admit. Sometimes I think I don’t do enough and that I’m not getting anywhere but when I write it all down like that it puts it into perspective. It is truly too much and I am trying to step back from some of it and then something else comes up and it’s like if I don’t do it or make it happen then no one will…. I am fighting to make a good life for my kids, my husband, my mom and my community. Then I chose to cut out the biggest thing I leaned on to get through it all. That is what I do though, I push myself as hard as I can and even though it feels as if I am failing at it all there’s still satisfaction in knowing that at least I tried. The saying holds true – The struggle is real.

The point of this post was to be real about the fact that even though it has been exactly 115 days since my last taste of alcohol, it is still really really challenging but every day is rewarding knowing that I have won. I might suck at all those other things that I am currently trying to do in life but I can go to bed every night feeling accomplished because I’ve made it another day without the crutch of alcohol. I know in the future I will look back on these days and thank myself for staying strong and keeping faith.

Love, Candace

The Difficult Topic

I’m still here, still haven’t had any alcohol. I haven’t lost any weight but I’ve gained a tremendous understanding of myself and my mind and attitude. I have been struggling with speaking to a topic, that is what seems to me, to be the elephant in the room for a lot of folks. I have to say with a warning this can be a trigger for some and if you need help seeking someone to talk to please don’t hesitate to message me.

Recently our best friends lost a family member to suicide. It’s a tragic event that most of us have either heard of happening or have lost friends and loved ones too.

I grew up in the little village of Nelson Lagoon, when I was really young we lost a dear loved one to suicide and that was my first introduction to the devastation of suicide. I don’t remember how old I was but I was too young to fully understand but old enough to feel the pain, suffering, and sadness that engulfed the whole village. When I was in my teens I was also in Nelson Lagoon when a man hung himself on his boat. When I was at boarding school in Sitka a classmate was found in her room unresponsive after strangling her self, she was brought back to life but ended up dying in the hospital later on. I say all this because I need it as a reminder to myself what a tragic loss suicide is.

Suicide is difficult to grasp or understand. Most healthy individuals will go through their entire life without a single thought of killing themselves. This is extremely hard for me to admit and when I’m in a good place I feel guilt remembering moments where I questioned my life. I don’t want you to see me differently or treat me any kind of way other than you always have. But I have had this strange urge to share these very dark and sad moments that I have in my life. I’m learning now that that is something that depression does to people. You lose sight of all the wonderful you have to live for. The wonderful is different for everyone, for me, it is my kids and my family. At a time in my life, I convinced myself that they didn’t need me and I was not worthy of this life that God has so graciously given me. I convinced myself that I was a failure at everything (which is sooooo far from the truth!). I am working to pinpoint the events in my life that took me to that place of complete disparity so I never have to go through and feel that way again. I suffered alone and quietly. I felt guilty for thinking so terribly, I didn’t want to tell anyone how shitty I felt because either I felt they wouldn’t understand or that I would be giving them an unnecessary burden. I convinced myself that I had to figure it out on my own. DO NOT DO THAT. I only got worse, I masked as much as I could and become a miserable mess. I made really really bad decisions and made mistakes and I hurt my loved ones. I feel like there are a few people who felt like it wasn’t really all that necessary for me to quit drinking but what I know in my heart is that when I drank it only made it easier to think about suicide and if I didn’t give alcohol up I was afraid of what damage I would inevitably cause. I have about one million and 3 things to be grateful for and depression stole my ability to see that. Alcohol was the ugly vice that I used to drown my stresses and anxiety instead of facing it straight on. That’s my truth and I share it because it makes me feel like I am doing something for myself in a healthy way. Thank you for hanging in there with me. I’m getting better and I’ve promised myself to do whatever it takes to never feel so low again In my life. God did not put me on this earth to end my life before it has even begun.

So that is my story and this is my beginning. This is my effort to release my dark past and move on to becoming a happier healthier version of me. It is my way of giving myself the gift of life. I’ve said before my only goal in life is really to help others. I believe that by sharing my story not only am I helping myself but hopefully I’m making others aware of a hidden disease most of us suffer from. I am on a quest to learn more about mental health and depression. It saddens me how rampant suicide is, I wish I had an answer to erase it but the reality is it is a personal issue and there needs to be a shift in the world on how we view it. I should never have felt like I couldn’t talk about it or that I had to hide the ugly thoughts. Part of that was my personal depression I know but there is something else that doesn’t sit well with my heart and it is the perception we all have on the matter.

Please remember to be kind, pray often and know that life does not have to be a struggle.

Love, Candace

Who’s Your Village?

I’m on day 16 of no alcohol, it’s funny how originally when I quit it wasn’t to be done forever it was to take a break. That’s what I HAD to tell myself to just finally do it. I will admit this was not my first attempt at taking a ‘break’ from booze (of course with the exception of when I was pregnant). By making it 16 days I have really taken a step back and have realized a lot of what has been holding me down. I feel like I also have gained a greater understanding of depression just through so many people reaching out to me. Having the support and people tell me “hey you know this might be something worth really looking into” and only wanting to best for me has meant so so much. I am coming to terms with my mental health (or lack thereof) and I’ve also started making more time for myself. I know a lot of moms out there can relate with me in the department of not taking time for ourselves. My vice had become alcohol, while for others it could be different things or ways of coping. I got to visit with a really fantastic therapist through a loved one and he made the most profound statement to me which explained that yes it takes a village to raise a child, but that village should not go away as we become adults. All I could do was cry because it is so true. As humans we are in constant need of validation and support, as adults, I feel that we forget to express that our friends or family. When you have your own family and things going on in life it is easy to put off reaching out to a friend or making those personal face to face connections a priority.

I didn’t ever think I was depressed, I have a so much to be thankful for and live for, but I got to the point where in my mind I was saying “what’s the point”. Admitting that I feel that way makes me feel guilty and I feel guilty because I know there are people in this world that are is situations that are awful and heartbreaking. But I feel like that is apart of what depression can do to you, you begin to disregard the fact that mentally you are not in a good place. No one has ever looked me in the eye and said, “Hey these are the signs of depression, if you begin to feel this way this is what is available for you.” We see all over social media people share phone numbers and help sites. I’ve shared them myself but I have been under the impression that those are for people in a crisis. I did not feel like I was ever at that point. I would not want to take someone’s time to talk about my miniscule issues such as feeling like I am a terrible house keeper or that I’m struggling with juggling school, my children and my home. But unfortunately I let those little things add up, I have fallen victim to myself and the negativity I have developed through what I am guessing is depression. I am still unsure of calling myself depressed because I have not received that diagnoses. I wish it was a conversation that we had throughout our lives so when we become adults we are fully aware of ourselves and our mental health. If you asked me what mental health actually meant or looked like I don’t think my explanation would come close to the technical definition. I believe that is because it looks different for all of us. I am awaiting responses from my blood draw that is checking for vitamin deficiencies and other possible issues that might be contributing to why I feel like an unstable, lazy bum. The provider did happen to ask if I have ever suffered from Seasonal Affect Disorder, to which I had to chuckle…. Ya probably, I do live in COLD BAY ALASKA.. But when I have felt like a mess 24/7 I’ve never took the time to check in with myself and correlate when I feel the cruddiest with the time of year.

I don’t know what the point of all this is but it feels good to let it out and I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read through my rambles. Do yourself a favor today, if you get a moment of quiet – sit down, close your eyes, relax your shoulders, take ten deep breaths and ask yourself how you feel at that moment? You might be surprised at what comes of it. I’ve been using the app Breathe and I try to practice a moment of meditation every day. I also have been reading more into my devotionals and take a moment to pray throughout the day. I am still struggling with irritableness and anxiety but it is helping me to bring peace into my heart. Again if you need to reach out, I am all ears, my only goal in my life is to help others. By helping myself I am getting closer to that goal. I feel honored and uplifted whenever anyone reaches out to me whether it is to say hi or to vent. I was raised in a village of people who communicate on a daily basis and I find myself longing for that again. I love you all.

Love, Candace

Not a need

Day 5,

When I think about never drinking alcohol of any sort ever again for the rest of my life I get a wave of anxiety, my chest tightens and I feel self doubt and a slight crazy creep up my throat. That is a problem. When I was pregnant quitting drinking was pretty easy considering I had to (I always told myself it’s only a few months and I can go back at it) but just quitting without anything making me is definitely more mentally challenging. My original goal was 2 weeks alcohol free. I started that way because any longer amount of time just gave me anxiety, but after opening up about my issue and receiving an out pour of support my ultimate goal is to never feel like I NEED alcohol, to not feel like I need it in my house, when I go for a drive, before a gathering, in the evening, celebrating something or whatever it is my mind insists I need it for. After only five days I am more productive, a lot less cranky and realize that I’ve been pretty immature over the issue (which through reading some articles written by others that have quit is common). I jokingly told Matt “I’m just not adult enough to drink” which actually isn’t far from the truth at all.

I was surprised by the amount of responses I got from my original post of people that would have never guessed I was suffering. I feel a pang if guilt, mostly to myself because I have been lying to myself for so long about my problems. Quitting drinking and getting help is my way of being honest with myself, and a way of making a step toward taking care of myself. I’ve made a hundred excuses of why I didn’t have time to take care of myself but I’m learning that was me letting the depression rule the way I was living.

If you’re thinking of taking a break and need a buddy to check in with you or to cheer you on please don’t hesitate to message me! I would be honored if you reach out to me. I also wanted to share the app I downloaded it’s I Am Sober. It tracks, checks in with you and gives you motivational quotes as you go along. I’ve enjoyed it so far! Hope this post finds you all well.

Love, Candace

I did it

Sharing yesterday really felt like a weight coming off my chest, I was worried for what kind of reactions I would get, I was worried people would think I was just whining but my goodness what a completely different reaction I received. Thank you to everyone that reached out and made me feel the love. I love writing and I love being open and sharing but admitting that I’ve struggled mentally and emotionally was so so hard. For some stupid reason all I’m worried about half the time is what other people think of me. I look forward to the day that I don’t carry that around. It’s fricken miserable.

How did I get here? How did I get in this rut? I feel like I know but in the same sense I don’t, because if I knew I could fix it. Living here in Cold Bay is Crazy, like literally crazy. Majority of my days are spent with my children and only them, now I fully understand there is a beauty in that but most people have known me as always wanting to be involved and surrounded by likeminded peers. Living here has been one of my biggest life undertakings after having children but it has been a choice that I know my future self will never regret… more of that to come…

I’m proud to share I powered through a dark moment last night, no wine included. It sucked and I completely lost my sh*t but I realized what I’ve been bottling up with every night of indulging. I don’t know if it was withdrawals, habit or emotional burnout but it I literally felt like I was hung over this morning. It was strange. Another thing I will admit is using wine as a sleep aid, I have miserable sleeps. Not because of the one year old but I have extremely vivid dreams where I will be half awake half asleep and completely disoriented. I’ve always been that way. Occasionally a night terror where demons are getting me and I’m screaming to try and wake myself up. (I know, what the hell right?) Going to sleep is a feat in itself. I overthink every single aspect of my life and can lay there for hours. I’ve tried melatonin and oils but the only thing that has been able to shut off the chaos in my mind has been alcohol. I know a lot of people suffer in the same way. I’ve read it probably a thousand times “do not use alcohol as a sleep aid!” Blah, it’s so much easier than anything else. I don’t want to take drugs, I just want to sleep. So here’s to crossing fingers some medical attention will give me answers and better sleep. Thank you to those who’ve read this far. You’re the best. Wilder is having a conniption now.

Love, Candace

New Year New Me

I have been on the fence about sharing this but yesterday I read that when you share a goal with others you are more likely to hold yourself accountable and follow through. I also wanted to share in case there are others out there that either have gone through struggles and have ideas on how to cope or if there’s anyone that needs to know they aren’t alone. I’m on the need to know I’m not alone boat. So for longer than I’d like to admit I have been in a dark place, I’ve tried hard to shrug it off and tell myself that I have way to much to be grateful for to feel anything else other than happiness. Well the holidays really did me in and I’ve decided that this year I am going to give the gift of life to myself. I am going to seek out help and quit ignoring all of my issues. Stress has been a huge issue for me, I don’t sleep right, I’ve taken to drinking every night to basically self medicate, I’ve gained weight, I’ve chewed the inside of my mouth till it’s bled, I am hardly capable on following through with tasks, I’ve lost complete motivation, my kids have suffered, my marriage has suffered, I am constantly irritable and have extreme mood swings. I am tired and am ready for a change. I want to be the healthiest and happiest I can be for my kids and myself. How am I going to do it? First is to avoid drinking, this is a tough one for me because it has become a bad habit. I’ve downloaded a sober app and I’ve created a goal of going 2 weeks without any booze. I am also going to attempt to go to the clinic to be evaluated by a medical professional although I regrettably admit I do not have much faith in our clinic or the organization that cares for the people of the Aleutians East. But I have to start somewhere and in everything I’ve read states seek medical attention.  One of my goals is writing more, which is why I’ve started a blog. It’s been something I have wanted to do for a long time I’ve just never followed through. So I will leave this for now as I have a crying one year old that is starved for attention, thank you for those who have read this far. Normally I would apologize for complaining and squabbling but that is dismissing my issues and I’m making an effort to not do that anymore.

Love, Candace